The Wondering Workshop

Israeli authors and poets creating in English

sex education as done by the wondering workshop

everything begins, and ends, with an orgy. everything is better with lesbians. the funny thing about birds and trees is that if the birds aren’t getting it on then the trees don’t get to reproduce. even piloting a giant disguised in fur through virtual bowels is not enough to dampen sexual urges. when an author […]

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downstairs, in the back

the four grim men in dark suits and ties step smartly into the tiny back room, sliding into place around the green felt table with a deck of cards in its center, circled by the light of the lamp hanging low above it. a petit, dark haired lady gracefully walks in after them carrying a […]

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the 35th meeting

i haven’t been here that long, but long enough to call it tradition. or habitual. it’s like a carton of cigarettes, by the time you’ve gotten into it enough to be addicted it’s too late to realize that you don’t earn enough to pay for it and food. so they finally get to me, after […]

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signs in the dead of night

the sign at the coffee counter at the gas station says 25 hours, and i guess that’s right because that’s what they’re really selling. we’ll be in big trouble the day they stop providing us with such good https://www.viagrapascherfr.com/viagra-prix-pharmacie-france/ service. the dark, smooth highways in the early hours, with their visible gusts of dust and […]

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this is no time for an orgy

it really isn’t. there’s a man in a suit and tie at the door, the pizza box reflected in dark glasses that seem a natural part of him even at this ungodly hour. i feel like my eyeball’s filling the peephole, as i roll it around to look him up and down. i don’t see […]

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Salad Dressing

The oil and water don’t mix. Not after I pour the liquids, not after I stir it with a fork , not even after the fifth time I shake the cup. Eventually I give up and pour it as it is into the salad better viagra or levitra and vigorously mix the lettuce with the […]

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Egg Salad

I wipe off the rest of the egg salad from the plate and let it drop into the trash can, just a few minutes after she leaves. That’s the way it is. You can’t tell someone that you don’t like something after they told you that it’s their best dish, especially not after they took […]

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A Wolf, a Gazelle

She is running like no gazelle has run before. Mile after mile swoosh behind her lean body and disappear in the thick evening air. Trees seem to race past her, hurrying to unknown destinations in space and time, as her leaps glide over the ground, suspended in mid air. She leaps over a stone, kicking […]

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TPOA project – chapter II

This chapter was written during my Battery-Keeper period in Ramat Hagolan… That is after I underwent Project Positive Brain Washing – that is hearing myself read the first 2.5 pages of the novel for a every night for about a week thanks to my Mini-Disk… circa march, 3rd, 2003 yep the 03/03/03
:), no more turfs and Kitchen duties till my reservoir service, hip hip hurray…

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TPOA project – chapter I

The first chapter of my Fantasy novel…
Sorry for the somewhat lame english, it hasn’t been changed for about 12 years more or less… though the ending of the chapter is about 7 years old (circa November 2003)

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